Post by Wild Dog on May 28, 2010 15:24:30 GMT -5
name: Ra'Quden
Age: 300
Race: Elf
Appearance: He is an elf of normal height, which is to say that he was pushing six feet. Sandy, un-kept hair covers his eyes and almost reaches his chin. At first glance, that may trick people into thinking him woman. However, they soon learn otherwise. His eyes blaze with a fire that burns perpetually in his head. The way he stares down people, coupled with the flame, is enough to shaken any man. A thick scar runs from his temple, across his left eye, and down into his chin. Ra'Quden usually rubs this spot when thinking. His face seems to be permently twisted in snear. The rest of his body is lean. Although he isn't as strong as most elves, he is quick and very dangerous.
His hands show scars on top of scars from burns left untreated. Much of his back and lower legs are the same way. On his right shoulder he tattooed a dragon burst into flames. Nobody knows why and he leaves it that way.
His cloak used to be white. Small patches around the arms still shine with the splendor of Elven weaving. Now, it is a muddy, diseased looking brown. Elves, when they used to talk to him, told him that it was going bad and needed to be thrown out. however, Ra'Quden kept, because it reminded him of himself. he wore under the cloak a breastplate carved in stunning image of flames. The amour is small, not protecting his arms. However, after being melted to his body, it is molded to his body. On his waist is located a belt made of strong leather. At his hip used to lay a sword. Now only the hilt remains, the blade being melted away long ago. It doesn't matter to him whether or not the blade was gone. Ra'Quden is skilled enough in magic to make a blade of solid fire.
Brisinger; Ra'Quden only object he cherishes. Even though being a skilled magician, he refuses to execute any magic except that of fire. he has become so practiced in wielding fire, he can do about anything other elves could do with other words. However, using fire did have consequences. He was thrown out of Du Weldenvarden because his methods were far darker then normal elves liked.
Personality: Ra'Quden is quite mad, although he keeps the madness in check. He is quite obsessed with fire. He has no real goal in life, he just wants the world to burn. Ra'Quden isn't personally attached to the Empire, but is perfectly willing to serve them. However, he is not to be trusted fully. If the opportunity presents itself, he will change sides in an instant. The only real people he hates in the elves, his own kind. Becasue his people are allied with the Varden, he hates their guts too.
Even before he was kicked out of his home nation, Ra'Quden didn't have a passion for living things. Nature neither mattered top him nor held his interests. He has hate the world. Other then his abnormalities, he is a brilliant thinker. He isn't a rash person, blindly leaping to conclusions. He thinks before he acts, making sure each action can benefit his plans.
In a fight, Ra'Quden doesn't lose his cool. However, he doesn't sit in the side lines and waits for the battle to be over. He will be a the fray, taking joy in killing others.
History: Ra'Quden was raised in a typical elven family, having a loving mother and a caring father. Both his parents were very accomplished sorcerers, being counted among the highest. Unfortunately, that was their downfall. His life was a happy one until one night. A spell his father was experimenting on went horribly wrong and a fire engulfed the house. The community tried to save them, but they died by the flame. While shifting through the wreckage, they found Ra'Quden, lying in the rubble, shocked. After a few days, Ra'Quden came to his sense. Immediately, he started to ask questioning about his family. When he learned them dead, he refused to speak to anybody. Fifty years passed, the elf sitting in a friend's house, staring at the fire. Then one day, Ra'Quden took an oath to learn how his parents. At first, people didn't take an notice of this change in Ra'Quden. After a while, though, people grew worried.
At first it was nothing to get excited about. Trees bursting into flames at odd times, doors melting. As time flew, however other, more dark accidents were happening. A child coming home with burn marks on her cheek, animals running around the forest with a flames that could not be put out. The last straw came when a river turned into solid flame. Generally, folks were scared out of their mind. An investigation was conducted and Ra'Quden was apprehended. Hoping to not lose a brilliant mind, the elven queen banished him and exiled him into the Hadarac desert. He staid, not because he was told too, but because this was the perfect opportunity to practice his gift. He is not content, however, to stay there. He yearns to get back at the elves and by extension, the varden.
